Page 121 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

“She’s not her father,” I say defensively.

Dante hums, putting an arm around me and drawing me closer. “I guess not.”

“She’s not even in the life anymore, not really.” Luciano’s men all scattered after his death, only loyal to him out of fear. Once Ricardo skipped town, they followed suit. Vaughn inherited the mansion. All his legitimate businesses. A trust fund. She'll do well for herself as long as she stays out of trouble.

“As long as she occupies that pretty boy of yours,” Dante jokes, and I do smack him, then, lightly on the shoulder.

“You’d better not hit him again.”

“I have no reason to hit him. Your dance card is always full these days, Mrs. Bianchi.”

“I’m not Mrs. Bianchi yet.”

“Close enough.” His hand creeps up my thigh and I spread my legs.

“It’ll have to be from the side again, I can’t lie on my back anymore,” I whine.

Dante chuckles and gets behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. His erection presses into my lower back. “I don’t mind. I’ll fuck you any way I can,tesoro.”

He lifts my leg over his bicep and presses into me. I gasp and turn my head against the pillow. Papa knows now, but there’s no reason for him to hear.

He thrusts into me slowly, holding up my leg higher as I press back against him with a whimper. “Don’t treat me like spun glass. I won’t break, Dante.”

“I know it. My strong girl.” He leans down, kisses along my neck as he thrusts harder, making my stomach knot with pleasure. I cry out his name when I come around him, clenching hard.

Dante grunts, thrusting harder and harder, making me nearly squeak out a moan. He thrusts deep, spilling inside me. I hold onto him like I never want to let him go.

I sigh happily as he pulls out of me, turning to curl into him. He puts an arm around my waist, the baby steadily kicking against the weight of it. “Little soccer player,” I say sleepily.

“Not soccer. Maybe basketball.”

“Why not soccer?”

“Just doesn’t feel right. I think she’s going to be a girl.”

“A girl? Why?” We’d decided to keep it a mystery, even when the last ultrasound tech said she could tell.

“Because a girl with your big brown eyes would have me wrapped around her little finger.”

“I think a boy with your eyes would do the same,” I tease back, kissing along his jawline.

Dante smiles and tilts his head back for more access.

The next morning, I slip out early, not wanting him to see me get into my dress. I’m getting dressed over at Sofia’s so that he won’t see me before the wedding. Reese and Vaughn are already there, Vaughn perched in his lap. Reese’s face has healed up nicely and now there’s not a scratch on him.

“How are you feeling, Mama?” Vaughn asks.

“Tired and ready to have this baby in my arms instead of in my belly.”

Vaughn smiles. “I think you look so cute. I wonder if I’ll look cute pregnant.”

“You’ll look beautiful,” Reese gushes, taking her hand and brushing her knuckles against his lips.

I roll my eyes. “You two are disgusting.”

“How do you think you and Dante act? It’s so gross,” Sofia groans. “I can’t invite Dmitri, so please tone down all the mush.”

“No promises,” I tease as I step into my dress. It’s a traditional white one, because who cares in this day and age? It’s off the shoulder, the train embroidered with my mother’s favorite flowers, lilies. As we pile into the car, Sofia and Vaughn have to stuff my train into the limo before getting in. Reese is covered with the fluffy white tulle, and Vaughn starts to giggle before the champagne is even opened.